12-15-2020, 02:49 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — It had been some time since Aurum had seen Sophiea, but it wasn't as if he had just forgotten about her. No, much like he had said to Eternalknight, both he and his cousin were considered to be part of the family that Tanglewood was. As harsh as Soph could be, and even with the obvious mistakes she has committed in her past, the angel had no intention of turning his back on her. However, when the dust had finally settled on the rescue raid, the lion had been forced to realize that he had little to no idea of where Sophiea could possibly be. The feline had disappeared quite a while ago, and although he had obviously put together that it had something to do with Stryker, he had no idea where the other lion had taken her. With finding Eternal, it had been easier. He had known that there was little place else for Stryker to take him and hold him prisoner, other than the bunkers that lingered beneath the town. With Sophiea, though... she really could've been anywhere. The Typhooners had mentioned seeing her during the raid on them, but that wasn't exactly uplifting. Even if she was being held hostage with The Typhoon, that meant that there was little hope of him getting to her immediately. Instead, he would be forced to wait until they were able to save the whole of The Typhoon.
Truth be told, it had been difficult for Aurum to ignore the feeling of anxiety that had settled in his chest ever since the Typhooners had told them about seeing Sophiea. It was obvious that she couldn't have been in a very good state, considering the last most had seen of her was when she had been shot out of the sky. While the angel certainly had quite a few different things on his mind already, the status of his groupmate was certainly up there, if only behind watching over Tanglewood as a whole, and planning for the future. He desperately hoped that she was alive, especially considering the recent rescue of Eternal. It was a miracle that the other male was still alive after everything he had been through. To go through all of that, only to find out that the last bit of your family was dead... it would be heartbreaking. So, with every day that passed, Aurum worked harder and harder on his plan to help The Typhoon. And, by extension, he worked harder and harder on his plan to help Sophiea. That wasn't to say that Soph would just be able to get off scottfree for what she had done – even if it was for family – but the lion had no plans of judging her so harshly. Especially not before she had a chance to recover from whatever she had been through.
Aurum hadn't immediately been aware of Sophiea's return, having been near the other side of town when she managed to drag herself back into her home. However, it wasn't as if he was left unaware for long. It took only a couple of minutes before the long and messy trail of blood had garnered attention, and the male could hear his name being frantically called, both out of fear and confusion. He was quick to head over once he heard the various petrified NPCs, only to freeze up himself when he saw the "path" leading inside. He immediately winced at the scent of blood and rot that clung to the air, and it was clear that whoever had gone inside – whether it be Soph or someone else – was not doing well. He hushed the various nearby onlookers, taking in a deep breath before he pushed the door open. He tried to keep his tone light as he spoke, although there was a clear frown on his muzzle, "Sorry Soph, I know you don't like me coming in without knocking..." However, all humor drained from his face when he spotted Sophiea, lying on the ground and still bleeding profusely. The paw pressed against her belly was doing a valiant if slightly pathetic job of keeping her together, and immediately he felt his ears pin back against his skull. He was vaguely disgusted and terrified, but there was no way that he was going to run away from this. Sophiea needed help, and Aurum was going to make sure that she got it. He was a stubborn bastard, that way.
Moving closer to the much smaller feline, the lion leaned down, pressing his own paw to Soph's stomach in order to apply more pressure. He muttered in the most soothing tone he could manage, although it was also slightly scolding, "Damn it, Sophiea... you're not dying on me, alright? We just got your cousin back, and you're far too cranky to die. Who will be around to scold me if you do?" He pressed his nose lightly to her shoulder, keeping his paw on her belly before he lifted his head back up. He put on his most authoritative tone, calling out in a roar, "[member=3521]moth[/member]! We need you over here, now! Bring everything you can, Sophiea needs a lot of help!" His one eyed gaze then darted over to one of the NPCs still standing outside, his voice stern as he commanded, "If she's not here and five minutes, you're going to go and get her, got it? Sophiea doesn't have that much time." He then watched as they hastily nodded, already turning and heading off. With a heavy sigh, the male then turned back to Sophiea, rumbling in the most soothing voice he could manage even as he felt blood staining his paw, "You're gonna be fine, alright? You have to be, so I can yell at you for being so reckless, for once..." With that said, he was then forced to just sit there, waiting alongside Sophiea. He didn't want to risk moving her, and making her injuries even worse. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
Truth be told, it had been difficult for Aurum to ignore the feeling of anxiety that had settled in his chest ever since the Typhooners had told them about seeing Sophiea. It was obvious that she couldn't have been in a very good state, considering the last most had seen of her was when she had been shot out of the sky. While the angel certainly had quite a few different things on his mind already, the status of his groupmate was certainly up there, if only behind watching over Tanglewood as a whole, and planning for the future. He desperately hoped that she was alive, especially considering the recent rescue of Eternal. It was a miracle that the other male was still alive after everything he had been through. To go through all of that, only to find out that the last bit of your family was dead... it would be heartbreaking. So, with every day that passed, Aurum worked harder and harder on his plan to help The Typhoon. And, by extension, he worked harder and harder on his plan to help Sophiea. That wasn't to say that Soph would just be able to get off scottfree for what she had done – even if it was for family – but the lion had no plans of judging her so harshly. Especially not before she had a chance to recover from whatever she had been through.
Aurum hadn't immediately been aware of Sophiea's return, having been near the other side of town when she managed to drag herself back into her home. However, it wasn't as if he was left unaware for long. It took only a couple of minutes before the long and messy trail of blood had garnered attention, and the male could hear his name being frantically called, both out of fear and confusion. He was quick to head over once he heard the various petrified NPCs, only to freeze up himself when he saw the "path" leading inside. He immediately winced at the scent of blood and rot that clung to the air, and it was clear that whoever had gone inside – whether it be Soph or someone else – was not doing well. He hushed the various nearby onlookers, taking in a deep breath before he pushed the door open. He tried to keep his tone light as he spoke, although there was a clear frown on his muzzle, "Sorry Soph, I know you don't like me coming in without knocking..." However, all humor drained from his face when he spotted Sophiea, lying on the ground and still bleeding profusely. The paw pressed against her belly was doing a valiant if slightly pathetic job of keeping her together, and immediately he felt his ears pin back against his skull. He was vaguely disgusted and terrified, but there was no way that he was going to run away from this. Sophiea needed help, and Aurum was going to make sure that she got it. He was a stubborn bastard, that way.
Moving closer to the much smaller feline, the lion leaned down, pressing his own paw to Soph's stomach in order to apply more pressure. He muttered in the most soothing tone he could manage, although it was also slightly scolding, "Damn it, Sophiea... you're not dying on me, alright? We just got your cousin back, and you're far too cranky to die. Who will be around to scold me if you do?" He pressed his nose lightly to her shoulder, keeping his paw on her belly before he lifted his head back up. He put on his most authoritative tone, calling out in a roar, "[member=3521]moth[/member]! We need you over here, now! Bring everything you can, Sophiea needs a lot of help!" His one eyed gaze then darted over to one of the NPCs still standing outside, his voice stern as he commanded, "If she's not here and five minutes, you're going to go and get her, got it? Sophiea doesn't have that much time." He then watched as they hastily nodded, already turning and heading off. With a heavy sigh, the male then turned back to Sophiea, rumbling in the most soothing voice he could manage even as he felt blood staining his paw, "You're gonna be fine, alright? You have to be, so I can yell at you for being so reckless, for once..." With that said, he was then forced to just sit there, waiting alongside Sophiea. He didn't want to risk moving her, and making her injuries even worse. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan